"…," the man seated gazed at , his gray hair slightly disheveled, with a faint golden tint to his dark black eyes. We sat in a room stacked with docunts in every corner. Even the table, which stood as a division between us, wasn't spared from the ss surrounding it. The room was bathed in the soft, gentle glow of the sun, which illuminated every nook and cranny.
The man's expression was stern as his piercing gaze bore into Ryan.
"I will ask this one last ti, Mr. Ryan. If you fail to give a straight answer, I will have no choice but to redirect this case to the principal herself. And let give you so advice: that won't end well. So, tell —how did you destroy your room?"
It was the sa question the dorm master had asked a billion tis before sending here—to the vice principal's office.
"I really have no idea, sir. I was just trying to cast a spell I found on the internet when I lost control, and… well, the room turned out that way," I replied, my face a mask of indifference.
That was a lie, obviously.
Here's what really happened.
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"Ugh," I groaned as my eyes shot open.
Sighs. That was literally the best sleep I've had since waking up in this world.
Focus returned to my eyes, but as it did…
I realized sothing was wrong.
I always sleep on the lower bunk of the bed. Whenever I wake up, I'm t with the sight of the tal fra above . That's how it's been for the past two days since I arrived here.
But now, all I could see was a scarred ceiling—literally torn to shreds. A strong enough punch from could probably send my fist through to the top floor.
Wait.
What the hell happened here?!
I tried to roll off the bed but collapsed onto shards of ice and glass, which pierced my shoulder and sides.
Damn it.
Looking up, I noticed the lower bunk was barely hanging on by three legs—the fourth leg had been completely chopped off. The break ended just a hair's breadth from my head, narrowly avoiding what could have been my death.
Forcing myself upright, I manifested the healing potion Selena gave yesterday. Just before heading to my room, I had run into her—literally waiting outside my door. Seeing my bloodied shoulder, she got… well, mad.
It took a lot of cringy lines to calm her down. Saying so much BS made want to kill myself, but they worked instantly. She beca a blushing ss and reverted to her docile self before handing two high-grade healing potions—sothing most low-rankers would never see in their entire lifeti.
She told to use the potions that night to heal up, claiming she had more and I shouldn't waste ti hording them. But there was no way I was going to waste such an opportunity. Potions like these cost a fortune in both the outside world and even here in the academy.
"Haah," I sighed as the potion worked its magic. My wounds began to close up almost instantly.
Finally, I got a better look at the room and was left utterly speechless.
"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?! DID A NUKE DROP WHILE I WAS ASLEEP?!"
I could literally see outside the building—not through a window, but through a gaping hole in the wall. The entire room was charred black, as if soone had tried desperately to roast alive.
Everything was destroyed—my uniforms, my books, my clothes. Even the room itself was barely holding together.
Sobs.
I heard soft crying and followed the sound to the corner of the room. There, curled up and trembling, was soone I hadn't expected to see.
"How the hell did you find ?!"
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"So… you were casting a high-level spell?" the vice principal asked, his expression now one of visible annoyance.
Tsk.
I couldn't exactly say yes—it was impossible given how limited my mana pool was. But what choice did I have?
"Yes," I nodded. He rubbed his temples in frustration.
"Alright, minus 2,000 points," he said, jotting sothing down.
"What?!"
"Sorry, sir, but… what points exactly?" I asked hesitantly.
"The grading exams, of course. You're already in the negative—about 2,500 points. My advice? Try extra hard in the upcoming exams. If you can't earn enough points to climb out of the negatives, you'll be expelled. And even if you manage to break even but don't earn enough, you won't get to choose the course you want to study. Good luck," he said, his tone final.
I could only stare.
Fuck to death.
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Sorry for the late update, four more underway.
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